Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.